You hear the call.

It's your turn to charge.

You see them fall.

The words from the Sarge...

You find you can't move.

You are shaken.

You will be removed.

Your lines are being taken.

There was no room for the recruits to improve...

Why have we been forsaken?

You are hit in the face...

It's blood you taste.

It's a chase for survival.

But it's time for Death's arrival.

You clutch your Bible.

It's all you have left.

In a pocket on your chest.

Will it mark your death?

What do you confess?

That this is all a mess?

You're in the midst of war.

No one here cares what for.

But they all want more.

Killing over and over...

A brother...

What will his mother...

Oh do tell...

War is HELL!

And here it comes, that dreadful sound!

There it goes, an artillery shell!

More bodies to add to the growing mound!

"Get down!"

It's an ambush!

But your brain is now mush.

Shell shock,

You find you can't talk.

You are now insane.

This war has ruined your brain.

What a shame...

You joined this war for the fortune and fame.

You signed your own death certificate.

So don't have a fit.

Here it comes, you hear it falling.

Death is calling.

The shell comes down...

With that horrible sound.

But now you are going to die.

So take your last breath and sigh.

As you die.